Post by Haupien on Jul 10, 2023 21:32:55 GMT -5
In the corner of a large tavern situated in the middle of the mercenary outpost, a shadow loomed. Beneath the shadow loomed a silhouette of a man- or at least, something resembling one, it was hard to tell. The darkness clung to him, like a heavy musk, and the low level of light that made its way to the darkest end of the room seemed to avoid him, almost appearing to bend through the air, repelled by some invisible force.
No one paid him any attention, but there was still a drink sitting in front of him. If anyone had noticed he was there, no one would be able to say when he had come into the tavern, or even if he had. A rather observant soul might theorize that he hadn’t entered- that he was suddenly there, like a shadow growing at the edge of light. For just a moment, it was possible to make out the slightest detail of the man, a single shade of color, but then it was gone.
A stabbing pain pierced the heavy veil that hung over his mind. He held out a hand in front of his face, trying to block the thin ray of light that had already been swallowed by the void of darkness he was cloaked in. He stared at the drink in front of him, wondering with amusement if perhaps this was some sort of bizarre, never ending hangover, a constant stupor muddling his thoughts and memories, the last days- months?- years?- as hard to make out in his mind as his face was.
He looked around at the tavern, finding himself unable to take his eyes off of the make-shift boxing ring in the center of the room. The thought that it would look better in pink crossed his mind- an odd notion with an unknown origin, but one that brought a slight smile to his face nonetheless. He breathed in, feeling alive for the first time in some time.
Vocado
No one paid him any attention, but there was still a drink sitting in front of him. If anyone had noticed he was there, no one would be able to say when he had come into the tavern, or even if he had. A rather observant soul might theorize that he hadn’t entered- that he was suddenly there, like a shadow growing at the edge of light. For just a moment, it was possible to make out the slightest detail of the man, a single shade of color, but then it was gone.
A stabbing pain pierced the heavy veil that hung over his mind. He held out a hand in front of his face, trying to block the thin ray of light that had already been swallowed by the void of darkness he was cloaked in. He stared at the drink in front of him, wondering with amusement if perhaps this was some sort of bizarre, never ending hangover, a constant stupor muddling his thoughts and memories, the last days- months?- years?- as hard to make out in his mind as his face was.
He looked around at the tavern, finding himself unable to take his eyes off of the make-shift boxing ring in the center of the room. The thought that it would look better in pink crossed his mind- an odd notion with an unknown origin, but one that brought a slight smile to his face nonetheless. He breathed in, feeling alive for the first time in some time.
Vocado
PL: 16,000
WC: 334